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Well, I'm working my fat girl, I'll tell you why
A fat girl semm to do things on the sly
She'll look for your soup to be good and hot
She never even put a stew-bone in the pot

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you're born

Well, I went to my door and my =door was locked
I went for my window and my window was locked
I jumped right back, I shook my head
A great big rounder in my folding bed
I shot through the window, I broke the gla**
I've never seen that little rounder run so fast

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you're born

Well, your friend comes to your house in his Stetson hat
Wants to know where your husband's at
Said, "I don't know, he's on the way to the pen"
Hey, come on, mama, get on the road again

She's on the road again, sure as you're born
Natural born eastman on the road again
She's on the road again, sure as you're born

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